I am the long, hot summer days of hard labor.

I am the chilling winter when work can't be done.

I am the endless chain of sweat and hardship that runs in our blood.

I am the tattered clothe that lays gently on my dark, dry, wrinkled skin.

I am the look of sorrow and despair that is,
not only shown on my face,
but on my children, as well.